They surrounded me right after the breakup.

The convoy passed through the city of Paris.

The Seine River shimmered with golden light in the afternoon sun.

Jiang Han leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest, while Song Wanning turned her head to look out the window.

The Ottoman buildings lined both sides of the street in neat rows.

About half an hour later, the convoy slowly came to a stop in front of a magnificent building.

Mathieu turned around from the passenger seat.

"Mr. Jiang, we've arrived."

The hotel doorman quickly came over and opened the car door.

As Jiang Han stepped out of the car, Song Wanning also got out from the other side.

She tilted her head back.

The Corinthian columns of the portico extend from the ground to the dome.

It is decorated with Renaissance-style murals.

A peacock-colored marble staircase spirals upwards.

The air was filled with the scent of gardenias, mixed with a kind of woody aroma that I couldn't quite name.

Uniformed waiters stood on either side of the revolving door.

More than a dozen people bowed at the same time, their movements perfectly synchronized.

No one speaks.

Silent respect carries more weight than any words.

Song Wanning stood in front of the revolving door, her mouth agape...

The Ritz Paris!

She had seen it on Xiaohongshu.

It consistently ranks among the top three hotels globally.

Coco Chanel lived there for many years and said it was the best place she had ever lived in.

The blogger experienced a small private room and spent 10 yuan for one night.

Song Wanning quietly straightened her back.

Looking at the luxurious decorations at the hotel entrance and the respectful attitude of the staff.

A strange sense of satisfaction ignited within me.

You can't even imagine having this feeling in the country.

Every time I go out, someone recognizes me.

Either fans are crowding around asking for autographs, or paparazzi are lurking around taking pictures.

She had to pull her hat brim down, wear a mask, and cover herself up so that only her eyes were visible.

Being surrounded and served with respect in an unfamiliar foreign environment.

This greatly satisfied her vanity.

Waiters in tailcoats will treat you as a guest of Jianghan.

Or perhaps it refers to a woman who is close to an important figure?

Song Wanning actually thought it was pretty good.

She had completely forgotten about the shabby little hotel she had booked.

Anyway, things that happen abroad don't count, right?

Like many international students, he had connections in both the legal and illegal worlds while studying abroad.

Even after graduating and returning to China, I'm still a good girl!

We must discuss the boundaries.

What happens in Paris is none of Jingzhou's business.

Song Wanning came up with all sorts of bizarre reasons in her mind.

At this moment, Jiang Han had already followed Mathieu inside.

Wang Jing walked behind, looking up at the murals on the dome as he went.

Song Wanning subconsciously took half a step forward.

"Alright, please take Miss Song there."

Jiang Han left without turning his head, uttering a single sentence.

He simply gestured to the young waiter behind him.

The young waiter bowed slightly and gestured for Song Wanning to enter.

He wore a standard professional smile.

Song Wanning stood there, stunned.

That's it?

What's the difference between this and the last time I left myself hanging in the living room after drinking?

No, it's even worse!

Last time, I was at least half-drunk and half-awake, and I was in China, so it was the first time we met.

It's normal to feel awkward when you first meet someone.

What now?

Now that you've all gone abroad, what's the most famous thing about Paris?

It's so romantic!

Strangers kissing in an open-air café.

A homeless man dancing with his arm around another man on the banks of the Seine.

A girl with a skirt slit up to her waist under the neon lights.

What is romance in human terms?

Isn't it just unrestrained and unconventional behavior between men and women?

I followed you all the way to the hotel entrance and got out of the car, and now you want me to leave again?

Song Wanning clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

Her delicate face flushed red with anger.

She really wanted to rush over and elbow Jiang Han in the back of the head.

Questioning the other person if they find it boring after sleeping with them?

Before him, the young waiter still maintained the gesture of invitation, his smile unwavering.

Song Wanning took a deep breath.

He turned around, bent down, and sat back in the car.

The car door slammed shut louder than usual.

The young waiter started the engine, and the car slowly drove out of the hotel entrance.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Song Wanning could no longer see the unfaithful man.

The young driver glanced at her, then immediately looked away.

He probably couldn't figure it out.

The beautiful lady was just sitting in a Rolls-Royce, being treated like a VIP by the head butler.

Why was I suddenly asked to go back to the car alone?

The car turned a few corners and stopped in front of an inconspicuous building.

The storefront is only one-tenth the width of the Ritz, and the signboard is rusty.

Both are old establishments, so why is Jiang Han's accommodation so glamorous?

All that's left of my home is its dilapidated state, worn down by time.

The revolving door was replaced by a glass sliding door.

A young waiter helped her take her suitcase and waved goodbye.

Song Wanning silently pushed her suitcase inside.

The wheels got stuck on the stone pavement. She gritted her teeth and pulled hard several times before the box reluctantly moved forward.

she does not know.

Jiang Han seemed to have done nothing, yet he had already unsettled himself.

……

The Ritz Hotel.

Jiang Han followed Mathieu through the lobby.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the dome, illuminating the marble floor.

The elevator attendant pressed the button for the top floor without saying a word.

Check-in is done in the separate executive lounge.

As soon as the two sat down, the waiter brought out various snacks, hot towels, and chilled champagne.

Even the hand towels were folded into the shape of swans.

However, before they could even sit down properly, the paperwork was done.

Wang Jing looked at the table full of almost untouched snacks, clicked his tongue, and shook his head: "What a waste!"

The suite is located on a high floor of the hotel.

Push open the door to reveal a double-story duplex design in a European style.

The room has everything: living room, bedroom, entertainment room, private study...

There is also a separate dining area that can accommodate 10 people.

With an area of ​​over 300 square meters, the nightly room rate is equivalent to a six-figure sum in RMB.

The toiletries and change of towels in the room were all from brands like Hermes, Chanel, and Dior.

No wonder, given that Paris is a hub for luxury goods.

Jiang Han's assessment of high-end luxury brands abroad can be summed up in one sentence: pure money-grabbing scam!

He has too much money to care.

In terms of practicality, it can't compare to a single hair of domestic products.

The wine cabinet displays wines from wineries around the world.

Wang Jing walked around his room and shook his head helplessly.

"President Jiang, this makes me seem less like I'm repaying a favor and more like I'm freeloading."

These are his true feelings.

The original intention of inviting Jiang Han out was to express gratitude.

As it turned out, President Jiang immediately went for the top-of-the-line option.

Jiang Han waved his hand: "Being happy is the most important thing, Brother Wang, don't you think?"

He didn't look at the label and just grabbed a bottle from the wine cabinet.

"Open? First, I wish Brother Wang a resounding success!"

Wang Jing was touched by Jiang Han's straightforwardness and stopped being coy.

"Okay! Open!"

He picked up two crystal glasses from the bar counter next to him.

I poured two glasses and pushed one towards Jiang Han.

"Let's do it!"

Outside the window, the iconic Eiffel Tower can be seen in the distance.

They had no interest in appreciating it.

First, adjust to the time difference, then go to the battlefield.